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My Sun

When the sun woke up

in my small human frame,

I learned that love lives

on the wings of the wind.

My dear sweet, darling sun.

Always swimming in my eyes

as I gaze at those who need me.

Always melting this heart of mine

so that I might paint the world

with a bright new day.

I will never close my eyes

again.

I will never close my eyes,

beautiful sun.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. đź’•

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